Damien’s POV
I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
It had been three days since I saw Mia touching herself in her room. Three days since I heard her moan “Daddy” while her fingers were deep inside her wet p***y. And every single night since then, I had been fighting myself.
I sat in my home office, trying to focus on work emails. But my mind kept going back to her. The way her legs were spread. The way her pink p***y glistened. The soft, needy sounds she made.
My c**k was hard again. It had been hard almost constantly these past days.
I heard footsteps in the hallway, I didn't even need to check to know who it was. Then the door opened and Mia walked in.
She was wearing the tiniest white tank top I had ever seen. It was thin and tight, and her hard n*****s were clearly visible through
